Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“It’s Cursehound,” he said, rolling his eyes. “He’s got little firecrackers. He loves doing this.”
“Those are absolutely unsafe.”
He waved a hand. “Harmless fun.”
“Harmless until it starts a damn brushfire. I will talk with him tomorrow.”
“I bet you will.”
“What?” I asked. “I like keeping people safe.”
“I know you do,” he said, smiling at me. “But I promise everything will be okay.”
The side of the bed where he’d been was cold now, and I missed his touch.
I bit my lower lip, watching him. “Get back here. I’m not done with you yet, and I am not letting you go.”
I swore his cock got a little hard as I said it.
He started back toward the bed, teasing me. “Impatient much? You have me all week.”
He sank back down onto the bed, a rush of warmth I’d needed so badly. “Unless I try to make you mine forever, of course.”
His mouth was on mine a moment later.
What I’d said was a joke, of course, but it had turned me on, too. It was fucking hot thinking about being in a real couple. Perry seemed like he finally was letting go of his hesitation with me. He stroked my cock hard, now, getting the rhythm perfectly.
I buried my face in the crook of his neck, letting myself get lost in his faint masculine scent. As he jerked me off, I bit his skin gently at his shoulder, and it made him groan.
“You’re all mine and you know it,” I murmured, not even pausing to filter the words I was saying. I was completely lost now, knowing that this man was going to make me come very, very soon. My breathing was rapid now, and my heart pounded up against my chest.
And as my orgasm crept up on me, that same word was the only thing that kept thrumming through my mind.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
As he tipped his head to the side, kissing me deeply again, I knew that was the end of it for me. I let go, letting myself come the hardest I had in a long fucking time, shooting all up my stomach, onto Perry’s arm, and all the way up to my neck.
“Fuck,” I murmured against his lips.
He groaned deeply, clearly satisfied. He pulled back, looking down at the mess I’d made, and a smile spread over his face.
“Oh, you really weren’t kidding.”
I gulped down air, trying to steady my breathing. “That’s nothing. It can be so much more.”
He let out a laugh. “Christ, I love that.”
I sunk back into the bed, still reeling from how good it had felt. It wasn’t just the orgasm, of course. It was everything. How badly I wanted to feel like I belonged to someone, belonged to this man, specifically. It had come out of nowhere, but hit me like a damned meteor.
I was overwhelmed to the point where I couldn’t speak. It wasn’t a typical occurrence for me.
Perry could tell I was on another plane of existence, though. He was good like that. He headed over to the bathroom and brought back a warm, slightly wet washcloth, and he gently cleaned us both up. Nobody had ever done anything quite like that for me before.
We were quiet and serene winding down from the night. Perry walked over and reached for his pajama bottoms, and I shook my head.
“No need for those,” I said softly.
He looked up at me, a question in his eyes.
“It’s still all nice and toasty on this bed,” I said. “You don’t have to put on clothes for my sake, is all I’m saying.”
He seemed happy to drop his clothes to the floor and head back over to the bed. When he was near it I leaned over, reaching out and catching his hips with my arm, pulling him in near me. He laughed, tumbling onto the bed, getting cozy under the sheets.
“See? It’s better like this.”
“It feels nice,” was all he said. I could tell he was woozy and sleepy, and as usual, I found it adorable.
I found almost everything about Perry adorable, actually. Even now, the way he kept adjusting himself in the bed, like he had to find the exact right spot. He finally seemed to find it, and once he was still, I ventured an arm across his body, pulling him in a little further near me.
He hummed softly. He was facing away from me, but it would have been so easy for him to turn, just a little, and look back at me. Kiss me, even. Even when I was this close to him, I still felt pulled closer, like he had a gravitational field around him I couldn’t fucking resist.
I wanted to kiss him again. Badly. Usually after I hooked up with someone, I could feel one or both of us pulling away emotionally. Usually everything was so transactional, like it was a known thing that we weren’t really going to be affectionate after the sex had ended.